I am being taught about love. The part of us that loves is the most vulnerable side of us. It opens us to connection. Love for the beauty of the world and all with whom we share it makes us strong and is our greatest protection from injury and hurt. And our deep love connects us to our fellow beings and inspires us to give generously. Love holds the magic true connection.
We are so scared of being rejected, ignored and hurt. All of us build entangled webs of protection around our vulnerable hearts. Sometimes we draw that protection so tightly around us that the strain physically hurts. If we stay with that feeling, the tangles slowly unfurl and uncover our fragile hearts. Our vulnerability is our beauty, our potential for connection with the beauty of the Earth.
Mother Earth, let me rest on you. Let me melt into your arms and sleep in peace.
Father Sky, let me stretch into your vast spaces. Let me find peace beyond myself.
Grandfather Sun, let me stand in your fire. Let the strain burn away.
Grandmother Ocean, let me bathe in your waves. Let your ebb and flow bring me peace.
Sometimes things just don’t go as planned. And the animal part of us doesn’t like it. It tenses and tightens and makes us uncomfortable. One reaction is to try harder to be spiritual and wise about it. In my experience that just makes things worse. Today, I try to just be with the frustration, feel it, breathe it. I try to accept it as part of this journey.
Just a link today, to a very wise woman’s blog. It’s about being a peacemaker – and isn’t that what being a Druid is all about? Enjoy.
In our arrogance, we think we have control over our lives and over what happens to us. But such control is superficial at best. Everything is always changing. Nothing is permanent. All things flow and shapeshift and slip between our fingers. Spirit longs for people who have noticed that control is an illusion. She longs for people who are willing to acknowledge that things don’t seem to work they way they think and who are ready to follow Her lead. Listen deeply. Let Her show you. Do you dare to take the leap?
In our blood and our bones, in the spirals of our DNA, we remember. We remember the time when the land was our mother, the one who fed and nourished us. We remember treating her with respect and gratitude. Forgetting this exiles us from our home and our ancestors.
Dear human soul, you so long to be seen, to be deeply known. Then why do you keep hiding behind walls you built to protect yourself against hurts long gone. Let them fall down so your light can shine.
The thread of life connects us all to the birth of the first star. We are stardust. So is the ash and the oak, the badger and the fox, the bee and the butterfly. So is the Tory politician and the banker. Let’s take our true place in the family of things, remembering the inheritance we have in common.